Town is mobbed. Roaming packs of teenagers, hooting and hollering at all hours. Middle-aged tourists. Nuns and brothers. The daily walks produce one spectacular view after another.
This little alley (above) leads to my door.
Much ruthless editing going on here. Chucking a lot of shit straight into the “extras folder” (that is, the dust bin).
It is a relief to be somewhat away from the news, although I check online a few times a day. Impeachment feels more and more urgent. What say you?
Above: blessing of the food the afternoon before Easter. Interior shot of a Marist sanctuary. Interior of San Rufino showing the statues of Mary and Jesus back where they stay most of the year. St. Francis Basilica plaza and exterior (and drawing). Quilt WIP and Deb’s threads.
These pictures don’t get to yesterday, Easter Monday, which included a field trip and a visit with a journalist. Lots of thoughts. But after two days of activities and distractions, today I must work and so bye!
The Christ figure had been brought down the hill to the Basilica of St Francis after early Mass first thing on Good Friday. At dusk, we gathered at San Rufino to process Our Lady of Seven Sorrows down the hill to join her Son. Then, after a brief service in the Basilica, Mother and Son were processed back up the hill as a full moon rose. Town lights were largely turned off, with small wicked lanterns lighting out way — so the pictures are dark. I post them anyway to capture at least part of each section of this extraordinary ritual.
Waiting outside San Rufino
Our Lady lit by cell phone flashes
I could only load one video. It’s dark, but strangely enough the cell phone lights flashing on the statue of Mary add a mystical feel.
PS. I am moved by the communal experience of it — seems the whole town came out — more than the spiritual experience of it. In fact, the white hoods and crosses can’t help but be creepy to someone immersed in the study of slavery.
